After that, things became a little muzzy. Later he would dimly remember her wiping him down with a warm cloth, cleaning off his stomach from the sticky cum he’d blasted all over himself. He’d remember her gentle hands on his cock and balls, running the cloth between the cheeks of his ass. But in the moment, it was almost like he blinked and then they were both on the floor, with her leaning against her couch and his upper body curled around her like she was his favorite teddy bear, his head resting on her bare breasts.

Which was not a bad way to come to, but he was a little shaken at how he’d completely lost control of himself.

Somehow, she seemed to realize when he was regaining his full sensibilities again.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, her voice carefully neutral, her fingers stroking through his hair.

“A little weird,” he answered honestly. He felt... overwhelmed. Like so much had happened that he had to take in that he couldn’t quite handle all of it. Too much information to assimilate in too short a period of time.

But it had felt so good while it was happening.

He felt the rumble of her chuckle through her chest.

“Here, drink some water,” she said, picking up a glass from the coffee table and making him wonder when exactly she’d gotten that. But he did as she said, sitting up just a little bit but not relinquishing the arm he had wrapped around her body or his position leaning against her. He wasn’t going to give that up until he had to, no matter how confused—and maybe a little conflicted—he felt right now. Once he’d gulped some of the cold, clear liquid, which tasted strangely delicious, Olivia handed him a piece of chocolate. “Eat too. That’ll help. Things got a little more intense than I anticipated.”

Well at least he wasn’t the only one thrown off, then. That was reassuring. It made him feel a little better. Olivia didn’t sound off balance, exactly, but maybe just a little unsure of herself. Which made him feel just a little bit more sure of himself.

“That was...” His voice trailed off as he groped for the right word. The right phrase. Either option eluded him completely.

“Enjoyable, hopefully, at least,” she said, joking a little.

Luke snorted, but sounded distant. His brain was fuzzy, but he knew the truth. “That’s an understatement.”

“Good.”

“It was also not what I expected.” Despite himself, Luke found the hand not wrapped around behind her back drifting towards his own back, towards his ass. Trepidation, uncertainty welled.

He felt Olivia’s reaction, more than saw it.